UNDERBELLIES
UNDERBELLIES
What underbelly is this
containing quiet grasping greed for
my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ?
What underbelly is this that
deciphers my Heart through the
lens of another in a cheap restaurant
eating chilli hamburgers
then seeking solace in my astral dances
whilst remaining in lukewarm frills ?
What underbelly is this that texts
on lonely mornings with victim feet
swollen mudpies
a plaintive thin-stream voice nearing depletion ?
What underbelly is this that amoeba
multiply in a kennel bedroom on dirty linen
T-shirt towels
lie ghetto torn tracks across
never-mind matters bound
virus tissues littered through
half drawn curtains ?
What underbelly is this that hiddenly whispers
at front doors delivering nut bars or
rosy fabric remnants
running races to blind eye
life ravaged faces and
innocent questions quick flying daggered ?
What underbelly is this that counts
endless rosaries
chanting ten hour verses
robbing prayers of a prophet’s poise
glueing atoms to explode them
devastating bombs uprooting frangipani, roses,
jasmine, mint and parsley
alike into a rubber bin to the dump
whilst chomping cinnamon
biscuits hidden ?
Greed a swollen or insidious mirror
victimhood dragonfly wing parchment embedded
deceit played quick-witted clown
despondency flayed arms pulling pulleys
sloth raucous laughed
in a genderless body
whilst anger sweated Coke
Are these my underbellies grieving
my own clunky shadows unembraced
receding further and further
as I approach the Core
where New Earth
expectant lie ?
Serpents upside down turned
from dark trenches waded through decades
slashed rocks, rooted earth to Earth…
giving Presence to fellow travellers…
Where is God when Heart
soft marshmallow lie
sacral vulnerable to vultures
holding space for underbellies
spreading stubborn mucus
I’m here in the stench
I’m here with MY hectic heavy
duty tests
the darker the better I tell MY supplicating angels
give testimony to a march of
Time only I designed
reflecting underbelly aftermaths
holding Platonic keys as fragments
of MY Whole in Expansion
I laugh MY underbelly laugh
MY underbellies my
jelly in ceramic bowls
for Sunday afternoon tea
What flavour, MY child
what flavour?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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